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I LOVE MY WIFE

Our final beach destination in Costa Rica was Playa Ballenas in the Marino Ballena National Park. It is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen. Its incredible jungle by the sea views…

…and its sand dunes resembling a whale’s tail, that appear only at low tide, conspire to make you stand in quiet awe in front of the natural spectacle.

We arrived around noon…

…and the biodiversity of the plazzzzzzzzzzzzz…

Okay, that’s all well and good but to hell with fucking biodiversity for now, I just want to show you pictures of Gina frankly, because I am so in love with how much in love she is with the ocean, those two have a love affair I cannot compete with. I am not jealous. Since she doesn’t really read this site, I had to pretend I was starting yet another nature post, she’s gone now…

The thing is, after 20 years of life together, I love my wife so much, it is still impossible not to feel bewitched by her smile when she is this happy. So I pick up my phone, and shoot, and shoot, and shoot…

She comes alive here by the sea, as if finally given permission to be herself, in touch with the flowing molecules that form over 70% of her body, talking at last with their cousins in the waves, going in and out, in and out… She knows this but as much as we try to recreate this atmosphere wherever we live, land-locked in the hills, with Seashell-scented Bathroom air fresheners, it’s never quite the same. Here, she lets go of the part of her that worries, of the part that controls, of the part that destroys.

She feels more free here than she ever does within the walls of even the warmest of homes we have had the luck of moving into. She lets in a bit of wonder, unfortunately too often absent from her daily life. She lets in a bit of joy and it shows, don’t you think?…

She is more beautiful here than I have ever seen her…

She might not mind my telling you that she is 44 years-old and still she is my muse, still the object of my constant desire, still my favorite subject, whenever she lets me snap away those moments, even a few unguarded ones, when you really see her…

It was a wonderful day. We left around 5, with those other creatures we call our children…

Beautiful…your words especially..the pics are gorgeous..tho they do not give it the ‘justice’..fortunately i have witnessed her grace, her smile, her poise, her humbleness, her laugh, her shining eyes, her dance, her walk, her being a mother, a wife, a sister, an artist, a guest that has become a friend ~ in person.. she is all and somuch more..you two are blessed with eachother..
( credit to your cousin ;-)) )

thank you chandra! I thought for a moment you were talking about the beautiful ocean, but then realized… too kind, but thank you. it’s true that casananda, you and the ocean brought out the best in me, so I’m trying to keep a piece of it all with me as we go. muchos besos…

beautiful, i am jealous , but i have been told the same things by a man , that you know, who is obviously not your father (a jerk) ,but at least when i die, i can say that i have known such beautiful love words.And, after some years after his death, these words are still in my head, and boost me up to move on with life in general.
when you hear, read, and live through this love you are invincible.
That’s why I envy you, you are in the moment, and hopefully will be forever!.